I love swords more than paying for mourning gods

The tone said, "Okay, then please Guangzhong."

"It is my honor to serve Lord Shiyan." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong smiled, his golden eyes not covered by blindfolds were like shining titanium crystals.

For the god judge, it is like the light on the edge of his body.

The judge lowered his head and reluctantly turned his attention back to the document in his hand. He had to admire the government of time for pushing the swordsman to win endorsement.

Even in this world, the looks of men with swords and swords are much higher than the average line, not to mention that they have a unique temperament that has been honed over time.

This is enough to attract a large number of people, but the gimmick of becoming a god judge and the master of these men with swords satisfies the fantasies of some people.

Even a person like him would be attracted by the sharpness of men with swords, but for him, the job of a god judge brought him the greatest enjoyment when the knife room was filled with knives.

After the work came to an end, under the strong request of Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, the god judge asked him to go back to his room to rearrange his appearance, and he also changed his white sheets, blue sleeves, black hakama, tea and silver bat-patterned hunting clothes, and a black hat to look at. After a moment, he frowned, Shiyan touched his curly hair again, and put down his hat. It doesn't need to be so formal, not to mention that the God-inspector just took up a name.

Today, as usual, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro took the low-skilled swordsmen to level up. Because the level of swordsmanship increased, there was no need for two people to guard him, so he left the steady and reliable Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada who could cook to accompany the judge in Honmaru on official duties.

Shiyan sent a text message to the optical brain of Yamabashi Kirihiro, and then took the gift-prepared candlestick Kiri Mitsutada to the space-time converter, and entered the coordinates of the Honmaru.

Before the white light faded, Shiyan was suddenly embraced by a person rushing towards him. The skinny judge couldn't resist the momentum, so he stepped back and bumped into the chest of Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, and his furry hair just touched the sword Men's lips.

Uh, it has a slightly bitter taste, very light.

Shiyan stabilized his body, straightened up straight away, not touching Fu Sangshen behind him, lowered his head, and saw that the culprit who jumped on him and made him lose his footing was looking up with a crying face, and was shocked to see the person coming After a while, he immediately pulled himself out of Shiyan's arms and apologized repeatedly.

Frowning, he looked at the newly changed clothes that were stained with tears or something, and chose to forgive this senior who had been in office for five years.

"Okay, it's okay." The interrogator code-named Shiyan straightened his messy clothes that had been torn just now, and continued, "Senior Fusky, why don't you take us to the reception room first? Stand here and talk." How does it fit?"

After finishing speaking, he felt that the gaze poured on him was twice as strong, some were blatant and some were sneaky. It seems that the Touken Fusangshen in this pill are still difficult to deal with, at least the one just now can be called A "warm" welcome is not normal.

"Okay, okay..." The petite senior with a baby face was just saying that when Fu Sangshen with long orange hair ran over and hugged his arms.

The gentle and lovely Sword Fusangshen raised his head and blinked his blue eyes at the tall Shiyan and said, "Is this the God Inspector who the lord arranged to take over for us? Do you want to mess with me?"

"Chaos! Don't be like this." Fusky got a little crazy, pulled out his arm and said to Shiyan in a panic: "Sorry, this kid is like this. I will take you to the reception room first." Then he turned around and took Shiyan Walk.

"I know." Following Fusky senior, Shiyan passed Ranto Shiro who seemed to have settled down. It seemed that Fusky senior hadn't solved his internal problems in Honmaru.

Ranto Shiro, whose arm was pulled out, did not continue to follow, but stood there smiling and watching his master lead the man to the room of the God-inspector Vowski.

Then the sight of the curly-haired man was blocked by Kiri Mitsutada, a taller candlestick than that man, well, it's not fun.

On the other side, after crossing the corridor and crossing the bridge, we finally arrived at the tea room for meeting guests. The senior who was inexplicably shorter than the younger generation held the hot tea served by Horikawa Kunihiro and remained silent for a long time before hesitating to speak. .

"Lan he has been with me for a long time, and he is considered an old senior here, and he gets along with me more casually. I was really rude just now, and I made you laugh." The baby's face became serious, "I have collected all the knife tents and there is a period It's time, and he is still a newcomer with a high level of sword practice."

"Most of them were entrusted to others by me, and it's over now. The remaining children have been with me for a long time." Fusky sighed, looking down at the green tea leaves at the bottom of the small teacup, the tea leaves He bought this set of tea sets when he went out with Yingmaru, "I have already sent you the details. If Stalingrad hadn't recommended you to me, I also think you are a good person. I really don't know what to do." what to do."

"I told them, but today I want to play with me." Fusky showed a helpless smile, "I think they know it too. I'm really sorry to let you see such a situation."

It doesn't matter except that the clothes are dirty, Shiyan said in his heart.

"I really can't bear to reject them in the last days when I'm with them, but I won't let them go too far."

"No." Shiyan spoke for the first time in this conversation, and he looked at Senior Fusky seriously, "Senior, you have to return to the present world because of urgent matters, I think you must quit your job as a judge halfway through. It's a very important thing. Although you didn't tell me specifically, but it can make you so anxious, it's better to complete the handover as soon as possible."

"What's more, if I hadn't been standing there just now, senior would have fallen down." The young man with brown curly hair didn't look like a gentle and kind old man at first glance, and his aura increased a lot when he became serious, " Even if it's a game, such a joke..."

"No, that's not the case." Unexpectedly, Fusky, who is not good at dealing with such people, and even hasn't communicated with the outside world in Honmaru all year round, interrupted Shiyan's words.

"They are all good boys. After all, they have been together for several years. It is understandable that such a companion is going to be emotional!" But, it’s hard to see it again, even if the government endorses it sometimes, it’s not my sword!”

"I'm also very anxious now. The family members in this world are also family members, but here, for so many years, we are together every day. They are also my family members. How can I..." Some words were incoherent, but Fusky still insisted on speaking, crisp His voice became nasal, "Can't I even play with them well in the last days? When the time comes, I'm going to leave, but I will definitely go."

Shiyan had heard a little about this senior in Stalingrad, and Shiyan didn't know what to say. He and Vsky were not close friends, so it was not suitable for him to comfort him directly, and the candlestick Qie Guangzhong was right behind him. Sit quietly.

Fortunately, Senior Fusky tried his best to calm his breathing after he finished speaking. After taking a sip of tea, he forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry."

Afterwards, they talked about the details of the handover, and after Vowski, who was a little out of control at the beginning of the conversation, controlled his emotions very well, and the atmosphere can only be said to be flat.

Shiyan also felt the sneaky sight when he was talking with Senior Fusky, maybe it was behind the door, or it seemed to be above the beams, although he felt a little uncomfortable, but since Fusky said this, Shiyan is still embarrassed raised again.Some things, once is enough.

Vowski is considered a genius in the team of god judges. Whether it is psychological evaluation or other aspects, he is much higher than the ordinary reserve guards of god judges. His age is just enough for the minimum requirement. Kei refused.As the youngest in the family back then, Fusky was favored by the elders, and later asked to become a god judge, even though he was reluctant, he agreed to his request.

Now that there is an accident at home, Fusky is urgently called back, to the point of resigning and breaching the contract, this Honmaru sword can only find someone who can entrust it to him as soon as possible, and Fusky is unwilling to put the sword on the adoption intranet. I found a friend who didn't have a full account and entrusted all that could be entrusted.

Those left in Honmaru are either very common and ordinary swords that can be picked up several times after leaving the battle, or the swords that have the deepest relationship with Fusky, or the swords that the entrusted person doesn’t like and doesn’t want to leave .

After learning about the interrogator code-named Shiyan from his friend Stalingrad and further chatting, it must be said that Vowski was indeed relieved. Even though today's meeting was not very pleasant, it was not Shiyan's fault.

Fusky himself knew that during the years of being the "master", "lord", "general" and "your lord"..., she was indeed a little more arrogant than when she first came here—by her The kind of "favor" that Daojian favors is similar to but also somewhat different from his elders. There is love for the younger generation, and there is also reverence and admiration.

So in such a working environment, it seems that all the subordinates want to have an office romance with me on the surface, so the importance of psychological assessment can be imagined.

After agreeing on a time for the next meeting, Shiyan had no interest in staying any longer, so he left.

When the time-space converter left the white light and enveloped him, Shiyan vaguely saw